Art as process as commodity
This work is failing….in one sense. I’ve finally turned a familiar process used over many years, into a commodity. It has little going for it aesthetically yet I kept pushing it towards what felt like a solution…of sorts. Maybe ‘conclusion’ is a more accurate...
Re-presented and new directions
I’ve been looking closely at seaweed once again, as I walk along the shoreline each day, particularly the way it enfolds, wrapping into itself. Beginning this piece about 10 days ago, I look at it now and feel really intrigued, I’m pulled in and find myself...
Conversing with Ghosts
The ritual of quietly adding to the textile reflects my day; each gesture adds another phrase to the textile’s evolving narrative, as it exists in my here and now. Did the first woman to work on this cloth’s surface well over 100 years ago, do the same each day as I...
Unashamedly solipsistic
Figure 1 ‘I intend to try and work harmoniously with all of my evolving selves’. I wrote these words in August 2018, my last blogpost. At that time, I had little idea, to be honest, of what this well meant intention would entail and how this in turn,...
An Existential post-PhD angst
I wonder if undertaking a practice based PhD, for some older artists at least, can create unforeseen challenges once the long and immersive path has reached its destination. Despite having a creative practice spanning more than 40 years, now that I have...
Thesis Summary: Exploring the Embodied Experience of Ageing through Creative Practice
I wonder if undertaking a practice based PhD, for some older artists at least, can create unforeseen challenges once the long and immersive path has reached its destination. Despite having a creative practice spanning more than 40 years, now that I have...
On writing
[…] what really matters is neither the sociology nor the biology of ageing – but the narrative of the self. The stories we tell ourselves of how to be our age as we age. How are we to live our lives? Segal, 2013, p xiv Segal’s words hold resonance for us...
word & image group & forgetting
Cixous, when commenting on her process of writing; that quiet space for reflection, expresses it beautifully; “as if I were writing on the inside of myself” (Cixous, 1997, p. 105). This resonates with how writing feels for me, now, the artist trying to illuminate my...
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I'm losing touch with who I am, as an artist, I know I am, I can feel it slipping into fuzzy memory. I realised this when I began to write about making the research artwork 'departing selves'. I'd forgotten what it feels like to be affected by the material of making...